RP: Nell Who: Nell Jones (anyone awake/around to hear her screaming in her sleep is welcome, or no one.) Where: Her room When: Friday, August 17, 2012, 02:30 Summary: Nell thought she as handling things. She was wrong.
Nell truly hated that she'd started to classify her life by whether she had a good night or a bad one. During the day it wasn't so bad. She could pretend things were normal easily enough, or as normal as they ever got in an alternate dimension where they were hunted by the government and had super powers. That part was starting to feel pretty normal after a year and a half, though.
No, it was the other part that she knew wasn't normal: the part where she only sometimes managed to shower at a normal time after training, instead of one in the morning, and only because Derek was there standing guard. Or, the part where she started to have a panic attack if people were too close or hugged her in a way that didn't leave her free to move. Or, the part where she couldn't sleep straight through the night without waking at least once from a bad dream. Although, the nightmares that felt as real as the events that had happened were rare after two months had passed. She'd been afraid they'd return when she moved rooms and things were just off enough from the familiar to make her uncomfortable again.
But, they hadn't. And Nell had almost convinced herself things were back to normal.
That night had been a good night. Though she'd waited until most of the others were done with their showers, it had still been Thursday night when she took hers and not Friday morning. She'd tracked the chatter for a couple hours while sipping a cup of tea. And then she'd crawled into bed daring to wear a tank top and sweat pants for the first time since That Night. Sleep was never quick in coming, her mind always more active than her body wanted it to be. But, when it had come, it was restful...
At least, it was until she was awoken by the sound of someone knocking at her door. Knocking at night generally meant trouble, so she was up in a hurry and grabbing her gun. Sliding her feet into the combat boots that looked so strange with the sundress and sweater she was wearing, she was about to open the door when it burst open as if it had been kicked.
"Found you, little girl." Without thinking, Nell empties an entire clip into the torso of the man from her hallucination, the man who didn't exist and had somehow managed to destroy her sanity. She emptied an entire clip into his chest and he kept coming like he couldn't even feel the bullets ripping through him. Stunned, Nell didn't move fast enough and he got her by the arm, twisting it painfully behind her back as he pushed her face down onto the bed. "You thought you could get rid of me."
Her cardigan was pulled from her shoulders and used to tie her hands behind her back. Then he turned her over and Nell got in a shot, the heavy boot on one foot connecting painfully with his crotch. While he was distracted, she rolled off the bed and tried to make a run for it. But, he was faster. One swing of his arm and he backhanded her so hard she hit the floor.
After that, he was on her, one hand holding her down at the throat to keep her still while he took her brutally. The sound of sirens blared in her ear and Nell prayed that meant one of her neighbors had heard the commotion and called the police. It felt like he had more hands than he should, hands that grabbed and pinched and stroked until her body reacted with pleasure even though her mind shrank with horror at the idea. That reaction peaked.
And she screamed herself awake, still on the floor, pajamas and fallen sheets wrapped around her in a tangled, confining mess.